#not quite a triyad

[aqconfessions]

Not quite a triyad.

A/N: For Wednesday. Girl, be careful for what you request, sometimes authors see your ideas and do what ever they want with it. ;) Didn’t think this was appropriate for AQ, so, let’s try here. Your choice to submit or not.  Not quite a triyad  Chad-Anon sat lonely in the space of AQ  and eyed the crowd. It was little overwhelming for her. She was not a native English speaker and everyone were full of loud, self-important opinions. Some of them conceited, some of them less so. But they were all equally loud.

  She glanced at the ‘TRIXYA 4EVER’-crowd (she named the group after the pink banner they were carrying) and wondered why they all looked so young. Maybe it was an illusion of makeup, but they all seemed barely 16. Most of them wore high heels and adorable tulle skirts. She spotted some cigarette necklaces and a couple Soviet Union flags.

  Next to the pink cloud of ‘TRIXYA 4EVER’ was a more mature looking crowd, a lot smaller one. Then again they all seemed to be drunk and a sweet scent of … something… cling to them, so their maturity was questionable. They all supported heavy makeup, stood like they were posing for a photoshoot and one of them was gathering a survey whether certain outfits were to be ‘tooted’ or ‘booted’. Chad-Anon did not know what that was all about, but the group seemed intimidating nonetheless. “Hi there, you look little lost,” came a sudden sweet greeting next to her. “Mind if I sit here?” Chad-Anon glanced up to the beautiful Asian girl and flustered. “Yes, I mean no! Not at all!” she squeaked and cursed that her voice got so high-pitched when nervous. “I’m Wednesday-Angeline, but you can call me Wednesday,” the girl said, took a seat and Chad-Anon wondered why the girl was not hanging out with the rest of the ‘TRIXYA 4EVER’ - she looked like she belonged. But then again, maybe she was too quick to judge? “I’m, I’m Chad-Anon,” Chad-Anon struggled to say. Wednesday smiled kindly and then suddenly got excited. “Oh! You must know Chad-Admin!” Chad-Anon blinked. She’d never even heard that kind of a name! “I’m sorry, but I…” she didn’t know what to say. “No? Oh, sorry for assuming,” Wednesday laughed. “I just thought because of the name.” Chad-Anon nodded. Yes, the name was similar, but she really had never met any Chads before.   “She’s right over there,” Wednesday pointed towards the corner, where Chad-Anon had been avoiding to look at.

  The corner was the most packed area of the room. There were people EVERYWHERE. They were side by side, on top of each other, some were lying on the floor to make more space and some clinged to other people with their bare fingertips to be part of the space. A dark cloud hang over the group and Chad-Anon thought it looked scary. “What’s um, what’s that there, next to Chad-Admin?” she asked quietly from Wednesday. “Oh! That’s the Shalaska trap. Try not to be too intimidated, they look like a sad punch because there is a LOT of angst going on there, but they’re alright.” “A… A trap?” Chad-Anon asked. A trap sounded dangerous. “Well yes, I’ve only heard rumors, but they say that once you’re in and invested, it is impossible to get out. You’re trapped.” Chad-Anon cherished that piece of information. She definitely did not want to be trapped. Especially not within a crowd that big. “That’s Chad-Admin,” Wednesday pointed at another beautiful girl, who looked extremely self-assured, but somehow also kind. “Who’s that fluff of pink clinging to her?” Chad-Anon asked. It was funny to see the smaller girl clinging to Chad-Admin, as if she wanted all of Chad-Admins attention. “Oh, that’s Shoot, she’s the Positivity of this place,” Wednesday explained and Chad-Anon nodded again. It seemed like a good idea to have Shoot next to the Shalaska-trap. It seemed like they needed some positivity in their lives… “To be completely honest, I think this entire Chad-Admin-thing is just a phase she’s going through,” Wednesday sighed and confused Chad-Anon. “What do you mean?” Chad-Anon asked. How could anyone’s identity be a phase? “Well, you see, Chad-Admin was Voot originally,” Wednesday explained. “But then the Chad-gate happened and now she’s Chad-Admin. I really hope she goes back to Voot once the storm passes.” Chad-Anon nodded. She knew she had started the Chad-gate, but she really did not want to admit that to Wednesday. She had finally made a friend, at least it felt like it, and she just wanted to keep her flaws a secret. She glanced at Chad-Admin/Voot and noticed her giving a kiss to Shoot. Wait a minute? They were dating? “Wednesday…” “Yes?” “Are Voot and Shoot a couple?” Wednesday was surprised by the question and glanced at Chad-Admin. Then she laughed, brightly. “They are! It’s an odd couple really,” Wednesday said, biting her lip. ‘Shoot is always so positive and has very high moral standards, she’s not tolerating any shit from anyone and immediately shuts them up. Voot on the other hand, she’s kind but promotes free speech. She thinks everyone is allowed their opinion and she’s not going to censor any of it.’ Chad-Anon nodded and bit her lip. She hadn’t quite realised what AQ would be like before joining the party. She spotted the Rajila shippers under one of the tables, they were drinking coconut cocktails with pineapple juice and next to them there was a slightly bigger group talking loudly about Aspen and Grammys - not that Chad-Anon knew what that had to do with anything. “So, how are you finding it? Enjoying your time at AQ?” Wednesday asked suddenly. Chad-Anon nodded. She might’ve caused a scandal, but as long as she kept it as a secret, no one would attack her personally. She had also really enjoyed Troll’s Jealousy and really wanted to meet the author. “Do you,” she started and felt extremely nervous. “Do you happen to know who Troll is?” Wednesday looked at Chad-Anon, baffled. Was this girl really so oblivious? “Girl, you need to start paying attention,” Wednesday laughed. “You will not survive AQ if you don’t know who your friends are – and who are your enemies. These bitches will eat you alive!” Chad-Anon nodded, scared. She didn’t want to be eaten alive. “But if you really want to meet Troll, just look at the authors right now, that’s them.” Chad-Anon looked up to the two authors, writing her and Wednesday, mercilessly abusing and misrepresenting their characters however they wanted, describing AQ as they saw fit and painting a picture that not only scared Chad-Anon, but also made her feel like she had no control over any of it! Which in fact, she did not… The trolls winked at Chad-Anon and Wednesday. “Girls, sometimes it’s your lucky day. Keep them prompts coming.”